Bradbury Twelve

I've given up hoping to have time to do a full report so I'm gonna huck some shit together. Hopefully, when I get my new laptop tomorrow, it will allow for some home blogging again (blogging from an Ipad blows goats).

For 2011, since I was doing the two man race with Mr. "I've got too much nervous energy" I decided it was time to enjoy the weekend a bit more and take advantage of the onsite camping.  Of course, I didn't have time to pack anything so I did some car camping instead and totally free loaded on my buddies who stay there every year.  Thanks guys!

The element makes for a nice little camper.

I convinced Alby to take the first leg of the race since he was a bit faster than me this year.  The final decision wasn't made until about 15 minutes before the start when I showed up in my civies.  Get to work boy.

At the start, we were lined up next to our nemesis, You Got Freyed. 

This would be the last bit of civility for the day.

Sadly, while Alby has an abundance of energy, it appears to be a parasite of his intelligence when with 30 seconds to the start, he shifted (purposefully) back from the first row start to about four rows back and then proceeded to let everybody go because he thought he was in the second wave.  Let's just pretend he wasn't just chatting with our competitors right at the front.

See alby at the start?  Me neither.

Alby did a fine job of making up for it by only losing a couple of minutes to Andrew on the first lap.  Then I took over for a lap and dropped 3 minutes (still my fastest lap ever at Bradbury).  Throughout the day, my lap times would slowly get longer (only a four minute spread all day so I can't really complain) as well as Andrew's and Chris's times while Alby would be annoyingly upbeat and somehow do faster times in the afternoon.

In the end it was super close with us never more than 11 minutes down to Andrew's team but, sadly, we weren't able to pull it off.  We swatted but didn't connect.